Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace is not afraid of what Avro will do, she just wants to let Avro relax for a while.

The feeling of the warm hands touching my legs yesterday, and the hem of the skirt slowly rising up, was so uncomfortable.

It just so happens that Afuluo is a somewhat egotistical person.

The numbers gradually shrink to within hundreds, and then get smaller and smaller.

Grace couldn't help it. She supported her body with her knees, endured the tearing pain with her soles, and climbed onto the wheelchair.

Then he turned the wheelchair to the golden palace gate and locked it with a click.

That'll be fine.

Grace clapped her hands neatly, put her slender arms on the armrests, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

In this way, Avro couldn't see himself even if he wanted to come in, so the arrangement was considered successful.

As for where she wants to live, what does it have to do with her?

When Grace was about to turn the wheelchair and get back on the bed, there was a polite knock on the door.

"Your Highness Grace, are you in the room? I am Afro."

The soft voice is like water, full of feminine crispness and softness as if it has its own ethereal echo.

It was obvious that this was Afro's voice.

"I'm not here."

Grace refused with a cold tone that could repel people thousands of miles away.

"Your Highness Grace, I want to apologize to you today..."

The voice of the girl outside the door sounded a little guilty, and Grace could almost imagine Avro lowering his head and intertwining his index fingers guiltily.

Look at your **** and say it again?

Grace felt something was wrong.

This kind of atmosphere... seems to be similar to how Erin promised herself to go home early, but then broke her promise and was locked out in the end.

She quickly and neatly refused, "No need, I told you not to see each other again during this period."

"But... Your Highness Grace, I am here today to continue massaging you..."

The thin voice of the girl outside the door was like the voice of the devil, constantly bewitching Grace.

"If you just drink the magic potion, it will take a week and a half to recover to the point where you can walk... If you want to run freely after that, it will also take a period of recovery. Your Highness Grace also wants to walk as soon as possible, right?"

"..."

Grace pursed her lips and held the armrests of the wheelchair with her thin white fingers.

To be honest, I'm very excited.

Because I regain my health, I have the opportunity to do more things.

Find the maid Nora Francis, or discover the flaw of the imperial sister in the palace, or even go to the Magic Association to learn magic...

Grace's mood swayed like a swinging scale.

"Your Highness Grace, and we should give a clear explanation of what happened before, right? In the future, Your Highness will also need me somewhere, right?"

After Avro finished speaking sincerely, he gently knocked on the door again. The sound was like a final hammer, which made Grace make up her mind.

Forget it... Avro has already done this, so let her come in to speed up the recovery of her ankle.

"come in."

He deliberately kept his voice cold, and then, with a click, the door lock opened with a subtle turning sound.

The door was pushed inwards impatiently, creaking with eager wind, and Avro's worried face appeared in front of Grace.

The green eyes were a little tired, but they became hot the moment they saw him.

Different from yesterday's elaborate dress, Avro is wearing a very simple light green aristocratic dress today. Her blond hair shawl hangs down on her chest. The emerald-colored gems on her chest are particularly glaring under her fair skin. She is holding a bottle of green in her hand. of medicine.

"Your Highness Grace, that..."

The girl's eyes simply fell on her, and a thin, indescribable suspicious red appeared on her cheeks.

Suspicious, really suspicious!

Grace glanced out cautiously, but there was a long silent look in the air with the maid Sarah.

Maid Sarah shook her head, seemingly helpless.

"Come in and speak slowly..."

Grace couldn't care about this, she rolled her wheels and headed towards the goose down-padded princess bed.

"Okay." Bang, the door was gently closed by Avro, and the atmosphere in the air became sticky and ambiguous between the two.

It's like...like the atmosphere of first love.

It’s weird.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the bed, and Avro's concerned voice came to his ears, "Do you need help? Your Highness Grace?"

"Need not……"

The index finger and the center of her eyebrows moved slightly together, and Grace refused cleanly.

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white jade arms like lotus joints, and planned to climb up by herself.

"Then...then...should I massage it first? That...you should also know the effect of the medicine. It's very good. Very good."

Avro was talking incoherently and looked more nervous than Grace.

Her back was straight and she stood two meters away from Her Royal Highness, as if she were a soldier being reviewed.

"Okay, the massage is over. Once you have finished saying what you want to say, you can leave. We will keep our distance for now."

With her hands on the edge of the bed, Grace stiffly pressed the soles of her feet to the ground, intending to endure the pain and push herself onto the bed.

But a certain enthusiastic young lady crossed the line and put her hips on her, using the force to push herself onto the princess bed.

Grace's eyes widened like an alert rabbit.

She was half-kneeling on the bed, but because of this position, the girl's delicate buttocks were unreservedly displayed under the dress. At the same time, she glared back at Afro with a particularly bad angry look.

The strange scene made Avro feel strange in her heart. She lowered her head in embarrassment and apologized softly.

"I'm sorry...it's just that you're too tired."

"never mind."

Grace took a deep breath and tolerated Afro's wantonness.

Her Royal Highness turned over and carefully pulled up her nightgown.

Grace's face was as frosty as she had a reluctant feeling of disgust. She didn't even want to show her round knees that were as red as peach blossoms, only her thin calves were exposed.

"Let's massage first."

"Ah good."

The scene in front of me had to be related to the ambiguous dream last night. It was like there were invisible cat claws in the chest, scratching gently.

Avro's heart was beating inexplicably and nervously, like a wartime drum that couldn't stop at all.

Her Royal Highness is still blushing... even more likable.

She quickly took out the potion that was almost warming her hands, pulled out the stopper, and walked slowly to the bed.

Grace stretched her straight and slender legs and put them on the edge of the bed. Her beautiful feet were swinging gently in the air. Her fair skin was like the shining sun that could not be looked directly at.

No matter how unhappy or indifferent Her Royal Highness's expression was, Avro still felt that Grace was in a much better mood now than yesterday.

But... why are you so nervous?It seems like something is coming out of my heart.

Avro could only feel the blood on her face constantly heating up. The more she thought of the image of Her Royal Highness panting and her wet hair sticking to her forehead, the more her breathing became stagnant at the moment, and she was almost overloaded with tension.

My face is so hot! !

Avro forced himself to hold back the strange emotion that was about to come out, and the Erlenmeyer flask he held tightly in his hand was about to be crushed.

She concentrated on opening the palm of her right hand, then tilted the Erlenmeyer flask to pour the hot, smoking potion into her hand...

Of course, Grace could feel Avro's nervousness, and it rose again when she took off her skirt!

Moreover, Avro's face was as red as blood jade, his movements were unusually slow, and his breathing was stagnant.

She was very nervous, and Grace was also inexplicably nervous!

Looking at her trembling movements, Grace even suspected that the bottle of potion would be accidentally spilled.

Grace held her breath for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say, "Afro..."

"Eh?!!"

The nun's body trembled slightly like a frightened deer, and then the Erlenmeyer flask, tilted at 45 degrees, slipped out of her hand like an uncontrollable future.

The green liquid splashed down in the air like a waterfall, and then slowly soaked into the white nightgown like ink dots.

"what!"

Afro exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Grace, I...I was distracted!! I! Didn't mean it."

"..."

Grace blinked subtly, said nothing, and just looked at Avro quietly.

Her pale face still had a suspicious peach blossom blush, but her green eyes were full of fear and apology, and she was at a loss as to what to use to wipe away the dark green stains.

how to say?There was an intuition telling me that Avro seemed to be expecting something.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Your Highness Grace."

Avro was spinning around the bed in a panic. She wanted to put her hand on her shoulder, but she didn't dare.

In the end, she could only lower her head anxiously, and with a clean and harmless face in front of her, like a dog that had made a mistake, she asked cautiously,

"How about I help you change into a new set of clothes? Or take a shower first?"

Seeing Avro's **** rising to 75, Grace was almost sure - Avro, she did it on purpose!

91. Avro’s □ value is almost full!

When abstract feelings are turned into concrete values, it is not as convenient as imagined.

Grace was sometimes troubled by the sight of the rise.

If I couldn't see the value now, I wouldn't be so wary of Afro.

Of course, both parties are women, and Afro will not bring a strong sense of oppression like men.

But now...

The girl raised her hands slightly, and the leather material around her swan-like neck was softly restrained, indicating to herself that Grace was under Avro's control at this moment.

"That control...I won't use it again, Your Highness Grace, you don't have to worry..."

With his slender green fingers tightly holding the Erlenmeyer flask, Avro lowered his head like a child who made a mistake, and his voice was like a gnat.

There was still a suspicious blush floating around her cheeks.

If you don't need the collar, why don't you take it off?

Grace frowned, her beautiful red pupils narrowed like a vigilant cat for a long time, and she was judging someone for a long time.

The air was so weird and thick that you could hear a needle drop, and it remained absolutely quiet.

"..."

Grace could roughly guess what Avro was thinking without even asking.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Her Royal Highness lowered her head, looking at the shocking green liquid on her skirt, and scolded softly from her throat.

In fact, Avro knew that Grace didn't mean much to blame, but her sharp eyes were like a sharp knife cutting through lies, as if she wanted to discover the deepest truth in her heart.

Avro held his breath and half-crouched beside the bed. He felt so nervous that his legs were shaking slightly, and his eyes looked as if he was guilty of not daring to look at Her Royal Highness.